Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

The topic changed too quickly, and Zou Zhiyi said that a mortal like her really couldn't understand the thinking of Yan Sanye.

She looked at the pot that had started to smoke on the fire, and really couldn't figure out how things had come to this point.

What the hell is this rollercoaster ride of forced turnaround development.

She couldn't help rubbing her forehead, but she couldn't remember what kind of convulsions she had at that time. Originally, she was overwhelmed by making soup because Lu Chaomu met that god by chance, but why did she agree to Yanzhou?
Is it love?Is it the responsibility?

No, Zou Zhiyi thinks it's just her brain cramps.

But the soup was already cooked, and with the idea of ​​not wasting it, she should continue to cook the soup.

Corn and radishes were put in, and the sweetness of the vegetables was incorporated into the ribs soup. The heat rushed out, and the ribs soup bubbled out, bursting at the moment of expansion, and new bubbles appeared. come out.

After more than an hour, the soup was ready. Zou Zhiyi tasted it, and it was okay, neither salty nor bland.

After knocking on the door for a long time, there was no movement inside. She accidentally touched the lock, but it was unlocked, so she opened the door directly.

Yanzhou stroked his forehead with one hand, as if he was in deep thought, but when he got closer, he realized that he was not in deep thought, but had already fallen asleep.

With her eyes closed, her long eyelashes cast a little shadow under her eyes.

Zou Zhiyi subconsciously relaxed a lot.

Putting down the pork rib soup, looking at him, he suddenly thought, I didn't realize before that Yanzhou's eyelashes are very long, he is a mascara.

Zou Zhiyi lightly put the clothes on the back of the chair over Yan Zhou's body, and quietly retreated out.

The study is closed.

The person who was sleeping deeply opened his eyes suddenly, and glanced at the place where Zou Zhiyi was standing just now, his eyes were dark.

He took off the coat he was wearing, and his hand, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, happened to stop at the place Zou Zhiyi just touched.

Rub it hard twice.

Unknowingly, the faint smell of perfume has stained Yanzhou's fingers.

A flower of unknown variety blooms quietly in the palm of the hand, with a light fragrance that permeates the bottom of my heart.

……

night.

All sounds are silent.

Fingers swipe across the screen of the phone, and "Claustrophobia" is written on the top of the page.

Zou Zhiyi's eyes followed the content, and after reading an article, she turned off her phone.

Rubbing his sore eyes, leaning against the soft pillow, he let out a long sigh of relief.

She herself has studied psychology, but after working for so long, she has already forgotten all the knowledge she has learned.

Looking at Yanzhou's status before, although she had vague guesses about this, she was not sure. After searching the Internet and consulting with classmates who were still engaged in this field, Zou Zhiyi was able to confirm that Yanzhou was indeed Suffering from claustrophobia.

Claustrophobia is a psychological disorder characterized by the fear of enclosed spaces.

For example, being in an elevator, an airplane, or even a closed car can cause psychological fear and anxiety in claustrophobic patients.

For a closed environment, the subconscious will want to escape, resist, and even cause physiological discomfort, such as dyspnea, dizziness, and limb weakness.

This is a relatively common phobia, but Zou Zhiyi really didn't expect Yanzhou to suffer from such a disease.

Of course, this is not any prejudice against Yanzhou himself, or claustrophobia.